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Array ( [sid] => 146727 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ODERINT DUM METUANT. [time] => 2008-12-09 01:01:56 [hometext] => let them hate as long as they fear [bodytext] => ODERINT DUM METUANT.

Oderint dum Metuant,
The most amusing thing about the damned,
There is no one who can condemn.
A mixing of the us and the them.

There is no where else to belong
Except here with the beer swilling throng.
There is no one there to care else but yourself
Friday evening, nobbing with the working elves.

Bare and alone
Chilling to marrow and bone.

No where else to go
No other mask or pretence
No safety nor rest.
No-, no none.

When will it, they, I, be heard?
Let slip the little deaths
And no God equals
A no good ende.

Smiling skulls and the cult of death
The door dog rabid on Crystal meth.

Think outside the box - they say.
What does that mean?
Does it mean reaching for the brass ring?
Follow your nose - I guess thats the thing.

A coffin maybe,
let the dead bury the dead and bring up the baby.

Dead now, the snow blind night
Slips away. As midst the... (indestinguishable)...

Noises of tin can rock, raukus glass burbling murmer and laughter.
This Chaos, my hero. Lets have another.

Amoungst the damned.
Let them hate, as long as they fear.
Remember that.
And if you can, buy them the next round of beer. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Incognito_Bombastus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
ODERINT DUM METUANT.

Contributed by Incognito_Bombastus on Tuesday, 9th December 2008 @ 01:01:56 AM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



ODERINT DUM METUANT.

Oderint dum Metuant,
The most amusing thing about the damned,
There is no one who can condemn.
A mixing of the us and the them.

There is no where else to belong
Except here with the beer swilling throng.
There is no one there to care else but yourself
Friday evening, nobbing with the working elves.

Bare and alone
Chilling to marrow and bone.

No where else to go
No other mask or pretence
No safety nor rest.
No-, no none.

When will it, they, I, be heard?
Let slip the little deaths
And no God equals
A no good ende.

Smiling skulls and the cult of death
The door dog rabid on Crystal meth.

Think outside the box - they say.
What does that mean?
Does it mean reaching for the brass ring?
Follow your nose - I guess thats the thing.

A coffin maybe,
let the dead bury the dead and bring up the baby.

Dead now, the snow blind night
Slips away. As midst the... (indestinguishable)...

Noises of tin can rock, raukus glass burbling murmer and laughter.
This Chaos, my hero. Lets have another.

Amoungst the damned.
Let them hate, as long as they fear.
Remember that.
And if you can, buy them the next round of beer.




Copyright © Incognito_Bombastus ... [ 2008-12-09 01:01:56]
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Re: ODERINT DUM METUANT. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 9th December 2008 @ 05:48:07 PM AEST
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i enjoyed reading this very much, it made me chuckle in places and was very original in its content. very good indeed.

-phil


Re: ODERINT DUM METUANT. (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Wednesday, 7th January 2009 @ 05:20:28 PM AEST
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both profound & perplexing. . . as for me, I prefer not to mingle. . . there's not always safety in numbers. good write. peace. elle




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